There's something I want to feel but I don't know what it is. The expression confusing, yet delivering What can I give? What do I have to offer to a world that hasn't ever offered me anything at all? I live in sadness but breathe like it's still Quite a strangeness it is to be alive I twist and I churn and I burn inside And I cry Because there's something I want to feel but I don't know what it will do to me The fruits of freedom not consumed by me.